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I-Feel-Like-I’m-Fixin’-to-Die Rag

(Vietnam Rag)

Words and Music by Joe McDonald

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Although this song is written out in the key of G, I often capo the guitar up several frets, depending on the key I wish to sing in. Play the song in a happy care-free style and feel free to substitute the name of any country where you feel there is a war going on you would like to sing about. Do not interpret the song word for word. It is military humor — tongue in cheek.



1:
 D
Come on all of you big strong men,
 G
Uncle Sam needs your help again.
      D
He's got himself in a terrible jam
 G
Way down yonder in Vietnam
   E7                       A
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
       D                        G
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.

Chorus:
         A7   A#7    D
And it's one, two, three,
 D7           G
What are we fighting for?
                  D
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
              G
Next stop is Vietnam;
          A7   A#7   D
And it's five, six, seven,
 D7           G
Open up the pearly gates,
             E               A
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
     D                    G
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

2:
 D
Come on generals, let's move fast;
 G
Your big chance has come at last.
 D
Gotta go out and get those reds —
     G
The only good commie is the one that's dead
     E7                          A
You know that peace can only be won
             D                       G
When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come.

[Chorus]

3:
 D
Come on Wall Street, don't move slow,
     G
Why man, this is war au-go-go.
          D
There's plenty good money to be made
     G
Supplying the Army with the tools of the trade,
 E7                              A
Just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
      D                   G
They drop it on the Viet Cong.

[Chorus]

4:
 D
Come on mothers throughout the land,
 G
Pack your boys off to Vietnam.
 D
Come on fathers, don't hesitate,
 G
Send your sons off before it's too late.
        E7               A
You can be the first one on your block
              D                  G
To have your boy come home in a box.

[Chorus]

Note: As I have mentioned elsewhere I am guilty of leaving out the women in my early material so now I always sing the last verse like this:

Come on mothers throughout the land / And pack your boys off to Vietnam / Come on fathers, don't hesitate / and send your DAUGHTERS off before it's too late / And be the first one on your block to have your KIDS come home in a box.

Copyright © 1965 Joe McDonald
Copyright © 1977 Alkatraz Corner Music, BMI
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